The alcohol burned my throat as the fruit tickled my taste buds. The bartender watched, amused, as I sampled his creation. “That’s good,” I said... begrudgingly admitting his talent even though I was still miffed at him. “I’ll be glad to make you another one when you polish that one off. You look like you can use it.” “I can definitely use it,” I said. I lifted the glass and drank more deeply in an effort to drown my anger. The alcohol seemed to mingle with the fire in my gut…but you know what. Once she had made me suck her strapon she had released me and sent me home. Everything was as normalhome with dad working late and mom cocking dinner. But the day after I went over to her house with the exuse:-She said that she wanted me to help her with some house chores.Bad exuse but it worked.So I got over to her house and she let me in like nothing ever happened. Then she asked me:-Are you here to tie me up?-Sort of.Now that I was here I was nervous. She took my hand and led me to her. The next few months were filled with a lot of introspection and some doubt. He was giving up a luxurious easy life where anything he could want was at his fingertips for the austere life of a college student in the middle of nowhere. He was giving up the culture of the city for the hominess of the country. He could only assume few luxuries and little culture would be found in Endeavor. He was giving up a sex partner that quickly acceded to any demand for what he assumed would be the sex life of. Had her Dom not been so rough, she could have taken it with no coughing or gagging, but right now he had back where he wanted it, and that was fine with her, she just let him plug away. Clara began using her tongue, and immediately she knew, he wasn’t going to hold this for long at all.Clara felt him tighten the grip on her hair, and his pubes tickled her nose as her Dom pushed himself as deep as he could possibly get. She felt the cock twitch once or twice, and then Clara’s other great skill.